ganz klein

so i'm standing on die teraze and smoking a badly rolled cigarette. i stare into the night sky and marvel, as is no doubt customary among strangers in foreign lands, at the immense vastness of the universe. on one side, i can hear the babbling of a lawn fountain that more closely resembles a broken sprinkler head than any kind of proper fountain. on the other side, i catch snippets of music and dialogue from what must certainly be some humphrey bogart film, poorly dubbed into unforgiving deutsch.

und ich war ganz klein. i'm not sure that one can actually be ganz klein. is it not a contradiction of terms? da war ganz niemand. can there be a lot of nobody?

there's certainly a lot of nothing.